WHAT HAUNTS YOU?

About 25 years ago when I was a student, I lived in Dublin but came from Cork, some 200 miles away. Occasionally on a Friday, I would catch the train home late, for a weekend visit. This one time, this girl sat beside me, about my age and she started to talk to me as the train got away from the station . She was a wonderful companion, and we talked for maybe an hour, before she reached up for her backpack and said this was her stop. She said goodbye, as did I in a rushed fashion as I hadn't expected her to get off until the last stop, still 2 hours distant. I watched her as she got onto the platform and suddenly realised I knew next to nothing about her, her name or number. But it was too late, her long brown hair, her denim jacket and her smile, gone into the night. I cursed my stupidity, not getting a name or number though I remembered her necklace with the letter 'J' on it. Presumably her name, Julia, Juliet,Jennifer? Couldn't stop thinking about her, but i felt sure she was a student and would get the train again next week.But of course, I never saw her again, though I made enquiries, nothing, never again. I often thought of her in months that followed , not being in a relationship myself. Several years later, I was reading the newspaper, in which they had a section they called 'It Happens Every Day' where they name those involved in the weeks fatal road crashes, bringing a human element rob the road fatality stats by naming and showing photos of that weeks road victims with a warning that it can happen to anyone and be careful. This day,my heart stopped and the world stopped turning when I saw the photograph. It was her, Jane Featherston, age 27 killed when her car skidded on ice and hit a wall. Must have been eight years since the train journey I had with her, and it still haunts me, that I never took or got the chance to know her or maybe more? Fate is strange. True story.

The weeks before my moms death haunt me. She was hospitalized to be treated for cancer. She went in the ICU and was on a vent and declined quickly. The smell of blood from all the tubes stuck in her. The sounds of the machines. The support that friends and other family never gave me. The decisions. The call that she was dead. A year and a few months later and it haunts me.

About 25 years ago when I was a student, I lived in Dublin but came from Cork, some 200 miles away. Occasionally on a Friday, I would catch the train home late, for a weekend visit. This one time, this girl sat beside me, about my age and she started to talk to me as the train got away from the station . She was a wonderful companion, and we talked for maybe an hour, before she reached up for her backpack and said this was her stop. She said goodbye, as did I in a rushed fashion as I hadn't expected her to get off until the last stop, still 2 hours distant. I watched her as she got onto the platform and suddenly realised I knew next to nothing about her, her name or number. But it was too late, her long brown hair, her denim jacket and her smile, gone into the night. I cursed my stupidity, not getting a name or number though I remembered her necklace with the letter 'J' on it. Presumably her name, Julia, Juliet,Jennifer? Couldn't stop thinking about her, but i felt sure she was a student and would get the train again next week.But of course, I never saw her again, though I made enquiries, nothing, never again. I often thought of her in months that followed , not being in a relationship myself. Several years later, I was reading the newspaper, in which they had a section they called 'It Happens Every Day' where they name those involved in the weeks fatal road crashes, bringing a human element rob the road fatality stats by naming and showing photos of that weeks road victims with a warning that it can happen to anyone and be careful. This day,my heart stopped and the world stopped turning when I saw the photograph. It was her, Jane Featherston, age 27 killed when her car skidded on ice and hit a wall. Must have been eight years since the train journey I had with her, and it still haunts me, that I never took or got the chance to know her or maybe more? Fate is strange. True story.

Quoting: Anonymous Coward 29088954

Wow man, that's some heavy shit. I have nothing to compare to that story.

The move "The Road." And the hell I went through overcoming an oxycodone addiction thanks to a pill pushing doctor.

Quoting: Anonymous Coward 12506015

Been there and done that....unless someone's been through it they have no idea of the hell it is to stop.

Watching my mom and brother die....I refused to leave their sides, I couldn't bear for them to be alone. I am not sure I could go through that again but would for a loved one in a heartbeat. A lot of people can relate I am sure.

I have watched A Serbian Film, it is the most disturbing movie I've ever seen. Don't know where to find it, a friend sent me a link a few years ago.

..."The soul is dyed the color of its thoughts. Think only on those things that are in line with your principles and can bear the light of day. The content of your character is your choice. Day by day, what you choose, what you think, and what you do is who you become. Your integrity is your destiny ... it is the light that guides your way."Heraclitus

The move "The Road." And the hell I went through overcoming an oxycodone addiction thanks to a pill pushing doctor.

Quoting: Anonymous Coward 12506015

Been there and done that....unless someone's been through it they have no idea of the hell it is to stop.

Watching my mom and brother die....I refused to leave their sides, I couldn't bear for them to be alone. I am not sure I could go through that again but would for a loved one in a heartbeat. A lot of people can relate I am sure.

I have watched A Serbian Film, it is the most disturbing movie I've ever seen. Don't know where to find it, a friend sent me a link a few years ago.

I watched a short clip on either you tube or live leak about a guy in a wild animal park. You're supposed to just drive thru in your cars and take pictures.Well, this guy decides to get out of his car to get a better pic of a lion pride. Needless to say, as many families watched with children in their cars...the guy was gutted by the lions..they filmed it from their cars.

Sometimes trying to erase what you've seen is like trying to squeeze toothpaste back into the tube.

oh my gosh, so much death and pain, may God bless of each of you and give you peace. I'm so so sorry for your losses.

Compared to what you must go through dailey, I have a peaceful life.

I watched my father die in the hospital. I wasn't with him in the last moments (middle of the night and 1.5 hours away. I remember the last time I sat with him, I knew he would die alone (he was a terrible terrible father), and for all the pain he gave me and my brother and mother, all the neglect, I spent 4 days rubbing his feet with wash clothes to keep him cooled off, I read the bible to him even though he didn't believe, I tried to talk kind and loving words and give him looks of understanding.

He died slowly, painfully and I know God wanted me to see a bit of justice in this life, and that was it.

I watched a short clip on either you tube or live leak about a guy in a wild animal park. You're supposed to just drive thru in your cars and take pictures.Well, this guy decides to get out of his car to get a better pic of a lion pride. Needless to say, as many families watched with children in their cars...the guy was gutted by the lions..they filmed it from their cars.

Sometimes trying to erase what you've seen is like trying to squeeze toothpaste back into the tube.

It ain't gonna happen.

Quoting: Anonymous Coward 29092199

Wow!

I always saw those faces of death movies at the video store as a kid...I never watched one tho. What exactly does it show?